"Ooh!"
A deep avian cry, reminiscent of a bear's roar, mixed with heavy footsteps that made the ground tremble slightly, and the crisp sounds of tree branches snapping and cracking, kept resounding from behind.
Cash tightly gripped his green-gray stone spear, sprinting furiously.
The tattoos of waves, gusts, and shells interlocking and intertwining on his bronze skin twisted and pulsed as his muscles contracted and expanded with high-speed movement.
The densely wooded environment of the Mist Forest was not his comfort zone.
The sturdy oak trees filling his vision were like the annoying giant seaweeds underwater, not only obstructing his view but also greatly slowing his movement speed.
No matter how rich his adventure experience, whether it's the Dark Territory or the Icefield Volcano, he had been to all sorts of places.
